Chapter 724 The disappearing last name

The magical streets of Moscow, Russia.

A big hole in the middle of the street was so deep that the sewers below were also broken. Most of the nearby shops were in a mess, with broken slabs and walls everywhere, and street lamps and street trees lying on the ground, as if the end of the world had just come.

The belated Ministry of Magic officials repaired the streets, and some took out paper and pen to ask the wizards who had witnessed all this.

As for the more wizards, they gathered around the three-headed dog Lu Wei with serious expressions. Everyone held up their wands and looked at the black jewel ring held under the dog’s paw. At the same time, they looked around nervously, as if they were around at any time. There may be a vicious dark wizard.

Clouds of black smoke popped up from the surface of the ring from time to time.

However, most of them were sprayed by the scorching nose of the three-headed dogs before they could take shape.

On the other hand, the Russian Ministry of Magic officials’ inquiries about Gildro Lockhart were almost over, and the surrounding reporters finally found a chance to get in front of Lockhart.

“This gentleman, you don’t seem to be a Russian wizard. May I ask you what happened here? Did you know some news and tracked it down?”

“Your appearance just now is amazing. Are you an elite Auror of the Ministry of Magic?”

“Sir, if you can, can you tell us your name–”

“Oh, don’t worry…don’t worry…I will answer them one by one.”

Facing the crowds of reporters, Lockhart tidied up the pointed wizard hat on his head calmly, raised his hands skillfully and pressed it, and said with ease.

“Gidro Lockhart, as for occupation…”

Lockhart blinked flexibly, grinned, and greeted the wizard holding the camera to take pictures on the right. His smile showed his bright teeth just right.

“As I have introduced before, it is just a writer with a little achievement and interest. I came here this time mainly to find inspiration for the next book.”

“…So, don’t you know the specific situation?”

“Yes, in fact, I just passed by.”

Lockhart blinked his blue eyes and said modestly and decently.

“As for what you call the great things, it’s really nothing. Any wizard with a conscience and ability will make the same choice as me—there are so many Mr. Aurors present, they will handle it better than me. Okay, but I just happen to…”

“Oh, the Ministry of Magic doesn’t have so many Aurors of the Merlin Order III.”

Before Lockhart could finish speaking, the Russian Minister of Magic raised the information he had just obtained, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and walked over.

“It looks like… you may have another chance to win a Merlin Medal… I have to admit that if you and Mr. Scamander weren’t here today, then the Russian magic world—no, or—magic The world’s trouble is big…”

The Russian Minister of Magic frowned, looking at the ring that exuded an unknown aura.

“My goodness—here—in Moscow! It’s incredible, what is this—why does that guy appear here—he’s not long ago—”

“There is no doubt that, as Professor Dumbledore said, Voldemort is not dead.”

“Newt Scamander” said calmly, “I have some vague guesses about the reasons, but I may need to ask Professor Dumbledore for details.”

Looking at the poor ring at random, the old wizard raised his eyebrows, a trace of pity and joke flashed under his eyes, and said softly in a complicated tone.

“But to be sure, it is neither a ghost nor a living person… It seems to be a fragment of soul dwelling in an object-the soul is not my area of ​​expertise. I suggest that this area be temporarily sealed off and martial law until Get rid of it.”

“Can you destroy it?” the commissioner of the International Federation of Wizards asked in a deep voice.

“Maybe…maybe…but it’s hard…”

“Newt Scamander” stared at the ring and said thoughtfully.

“The scorching flames of the three-headed dog of **** and the magical talents of the trembling soul can’t make it completely collapse. Voldemort’s soul attainments are indeed terrible… I suspect that it may even have some strangeness that confuses people’s hearts and even penetrates into the souls of others ability.”

Bewitching? ! Into the soul? !

Accompanied by the voice of the old wizard, the Ministry of Magic officials who were listening attentively stepped back half a step with the underground consciousness, and their eyes looked at the ring more serious.

“Okay, Mr. Scamander, thank you very much for your reminder.”

The commissioner of the International Federation of Wizards nodded solemnly.

As an official who has experienced the “dark power” period, he is well aware of the horror of this second-generation Dark Lord who has been raging in the British magical world for more than ten years.

If Gellert Grindelwald is considered to be a careerist with a clear purpose, then Voldemort is a completely arbitrary lunatic. While advocating pure blood theory, he promotes a chaotic and disorderly atmosphere of terror in the magical world. …

“only……”

The middle-aged wizard looked around at a messy magical street, his cheek twitched violently, took a deep breath, and said viciously

“It’s a pity that I couldn’t catch the tails of those’Death Eaters’. Even if there is a little clue, I will pick them all out along the way and send them all to Azkaban to feed the Dementors.”

The trial of the ‘Death Eaters’ came to an end as early as ten years ago.

Whether it is the Ministry of Magic or the International Wizarding Federation, it is impossible to open the old files at this time, and at the same time to interrogate and offend so many families of wizards with a long history.

unless……

“Speaking of clues, this gentleman…”

At this moment, Guidro Lockhart, who was standing not far from the middle-aged wizard, blinked suddenly, tapped his lips lightly, frowned and said softly with some uncertainty.

“I seem to vaguely hear their voices when they talk to each other… However, there are only a few words, I guess it should be the name of one of them—”

“what name?!”

“Who?!”

“Wait, this is no joke!”

“Why didn’t you just say?”

The Minister of Magic of Russia, the Minister of Magic of Ukraine, the Commissioner of the International Federation of Wizards, and the officials of the Ministry of Magic suddenly turned their heads and looked at the handsome novelist.

“Uh…because it’s just some fragmented information…”

Guidro Lockhart touched his nose somewhat uncomfortably~www.readmtl.com~ After hesitating for a few seconds, he drew his wand to his temple, paused for a few seconds, and then took it away.

The tip of the stick brought out a long silver thread-like memory.

It stretched longer and longer, and finally broke, shining silver on the tip of the stick. Guidro Lockhart gritted his teeth and waved his magic wand. The silver-silk memory instantly hovered and unfolded like gas, turning into a fuzzy light and shadow.

Amidst the screams of the crowd and the explosion of curses, a fragmented voice came out.

“…Leave the ring alone! Go ahead… Lotnikov…”

“Lotnikov? The name…”

The Ukrainian Minister of Magic frowned and repeated thoughtfully.

Immediately afterwards, the expressions of the ministers and commissioners of the International Wizarding Federation changed and exchanged a solemn look at each other-if it was the one, then…

“I see, thanks for your information… this is very useful…”

The Ukrainian Minister of Magic gave a light cough, and said quickly and calmly.

“However, for confidentiality considerations, I suggest that Mr. Lockhart you do not give this memory to others for the time being. We will check with the other wizards present. Sorry, we may lose company for a while. We need to have a meeting here. a bit……”

Lotnikov is not a common surname in the Russian magic world.

It stands to reason that this surname had already ended with the judgment five years ago, completely disappeared on this piece of land, and appeared on the other side of the ocean.

Unless… some goblins did not lie…

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